I dreamt I was on a rocky crag above a crashing surf in Ghana. I tossed all the DVDs in my possession away from the ledge to save them but each & every one managed to evacuate its sleeve.
In the evening, Dave informed Seth & I that he might not move out as we were practicing some covers.
Earlier, a police helicopter kept circling & shining its spot light on this building & the adjacent one.
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Eric Brightwell is an essayist, rambler, explorer, cartographer, and guerrilla gardener. He lives in Los Angeles, not because he was born here, but because he chose to... for all of the things for which its famous: its verticality, its mass transit, its diversity, its schools, its liminal spaces, its architecture, its wildlife, its museums, its night markets, its cinemas, its theaters, its enclaves, its restaurants, its bars, its libraries, &c
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